Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Faust,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.